Gah!!!! Major awesomeness!!! I have been picked out of all SYOT writers for TheBlaBla245's story 'Our Children, The 100th Annual Hunger Games'!!! It's a new concept called Random Lottery Selection or RLS and I was picked to represent Hale Spinova, the District 1 female! My Reaping is already posted and please check out TheBlaBla245's story! I'm very excited!
Skyla's PoV:
I'm thinner than when I was entered, I'm weaker than when I was entered, I'm more terrified than before I was entered. I want so badly, so badly to get out of here. My bones ache and my mind ceased to think rationally on day 10. I grab my axe and run from camp, my backpack lightened considerably than before thanks to those idiotic wild dogs. They would be cute too, if they weren't so huge.
I think I've gone insane. My mind seems to act of its own accord as I run. I hope I'm not insane. If I am, I might not win the Games. And that means I would die. Maybe I have gone insane. I'm rambling so much, I might. Oh well. I just run. No goal, no nothing. Just blind running and stupidity. I just go, my legs don't seem to tire and nor does my mind. But it's like I can't control them. I can try. I try and halt myself and I can, for a minute. But then I keep going straight into a tree. Ouch. This could not be any worse.
Okay, it got worse. Which one? Good news or bad news? Let's start with good. I have control over my legs again. Bad- I ran into a tracker jacker nest. "Oh for mother of waffles!" I yell as the gold little insects come up to me. They sting me unrelenting, until I manage to gab them away. Dead little twitching tracker jackers lie around my feet as the poison sinks in. My mind falls into a great state of despair and I can't think. I connect a thought with an action and crawl over two feet to a river. I lie my stings in the cool water and decide this is a pleasant place. Almost like a resting place. As my exhausted instincts take over, I slip into the longest sleep ever known. Death.